"I didn't say I had a problem with it, Amie," Drake said. "I was merely asking you a question."

"Believe it or not, Tamriel is in this 'verse - it's in uncharted space, but we know how to get there. Dragon'taan merchant ships make occasional trips there to trade supplies," the bartender said. "If you're looking to get back, I'd recommend you speak with Lieutenant General Faasnu Dovahkiir; he's in charge of DMC affairs there. He's currently here on Dragon'taan getting supplies, but I don't know how long he's gonna be here - he takes the next flight to Tamriel in two hours."

(Jack, in order to understand General Dovahkiir and the DMC's connection to Tamriel, you'll have to read my Battleground: Tamriel story. Just let me know if you want me to post it.)

The Romulan woman frowned slightly, then asked, "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"That's Amie," Drake said. "You following me again?" he asked Amie

The Bartender walked over to Jorda. "I'm afraid not, ma'am - not the usual smokes, at any rate," he explains. "Only smokes allowed here are the Dragonarian ones, and we haven't had a customer who smokes Dragonarian cigars since... the Marauder War, I think."